WHO ARE YOU, ANGELA?

 Christian and Angela were seated on one of the benches in the gym house. Christian had his elbows on his knees with his fingers fused together, while Angela was leaning back on the backrest of the bench waiting patiently for him to talk.

 "There are so many times I've wanted to be a good guy. My dream in life was actually normal. At age 8, I already knew how I wanted my life to be. Go to school, get a job, take my family out of poverty, start my own family and be a great husband and father. Sounds like a nice plan right?" He chuckled. "Too bad my parents were having a different plan".

 He sighed "My parents sold me to Don Alfod. Apparently, they were too poor and the only thing they could do was sell me to get out of it. I thought maybe it was okay. At least, I helped them out of the poverty state. But when I got here, all sense of heroism was lost, and I slowly began to hate my parents."

 Angela listened quietly to every bit of his story. "Don Alfod liked me the most, for some weird reason. And he always liked to call me his son. According to what I had heard, I was the first person he gave that title. I was the one he trained the most, and tortured the most as well, because I was always against him. He said that was his way of discipline. All my scars have stories, and they are all related to him. Both my inside and outside scars".

 Angela wanted to ask him if she could see the scars, but she knew he would stop all he was doing and shut down on her. People who have not heeled tend to shut everyone out when they ask about them, and she knew Christian was also like that, so she did not bother. Talking about it was hard enough for him, exposing it would take a long while.

 "Like I told you, Bianca was with me from the beginning. She was the one who tended to my wounds anyway she could do it. I don't know how, but most of the time, she always knew how to get a first aid kit for me. She told me that both her parents were doctors, so it was nothing new to her" he smiled a little.

 "My mind always keeps going back to all those times of torture, but I cannot do anything about it, I cannot fight my way out of it. So all I can do is live with it, bear with it and just learn to accept it. The only way it has ever left me to breath is when I do things like this" He pointed to the workout equipment.

 Angela was silent for a few seconds before she asked him "How did you become the new... Don?". Christian did not say anything, neither did he make an attempt to answer her. Angela noticed this and saw that he was about to get up before quickly saying "You've never asked about me". She watched him relax back on the bench.

 He turned to look at her "Who are you, Angela?"